REOPEN KENNEDY CASE

Frankly, Pacing Golgotha

They say truth is stranger than diction

and words create worlds for dereliction,

though typos exist for each written slander

they can subsist but liable to raise a dander

of cutesy poser with brilliant mental knot

spoon-fed via shovelsful of pro-verbial slop;

change the pace from fast to slow, be frank,

hide true colors though true stench is as rank

as sheltered privies, hidden blow-holes seen

on countless covers of fantasy male magazines.

Trollop's dollop comes back, stinging bite,

truculent utterances confused at tabernacle site;

ringing voices raised hue and cry in harmon-E sweet

though only one-tone comes forth, signals re: treat.

Rushing blather gushes down all Golgotha's slopes -

searchers madly groping through slop for faint hopes

of bleeding salvation, eyes trolling death's fodder

before touching hem and racing home to dead daughter;

raised again, for salvation, the few blessed weep...

the remainder are rooted fast, fallen fast asleep.

Keeper of the gates on high, Saint Peter's such a pest

and keeps petitioners waiting til they're quite distressed;

post-dated salvation's no salve for punctured criers

arguments displaced fall flat, intelligence re-tires

to some neutral corner, wounds licked clean but sweat

though the fight is far from far-from-over... yet.

Frankly, dislodged again, another forum sought

where moderately dysfunctions - it's all he's got,

this one-trick ponytail racing hard to reach frenzy,

frothing mouths stumbling over data-dumping whimsy.

Love it,Terry. Hope Tom will read it too.

"post-dated salvation's no salve for punctured criers…"

Great stuff.